Page 59 of The Preacher's Pet

My hair? I’m puzzled, but I don’t mind, so I nod. He grips a big handful and wraps it around his hard, straining flesh.

“Oh, fuck. Ophelia. Like fucking silk.”

As he moves his hand, my long hair slides up and down over his hard length. The movement tugs a little on my scalp, but I don’t mind. I love seeing him like this. I lie still, letting him use me, or at least use my hair, to give himself the pleasure he’s chasing.

His legs start to tense and relax, the muscles bulging under the denim.

“I want to lie under you one day while you trail this fucking beautiful hair all over me,” he says.

I guess he really likes my hair.

He lets go of my hair suddenly, brushing it back around my shoulders and fanned out around my head on the carpet. When he takes hold of his cock again, his fist grips it hard, and hegrunts as his hips buck up into his hand. He pushes his other hand into his jeans, moving the material down, and I see that he’s gripping his balls. The way he touches himself is so rough and needy it gets me excited all over again.

I thought I was done for the night, but my pussy is getting that pleasurable ache at the harsh way Malachi pleasures himself.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “I’m coming, I’m fucking coming.”

A huge arc of cum spurts from his slit. It hits my face, hot and wet, and I gasp in shock.

He aims his cock at my breasts, and the next spurt hits my nipples. He comes all over them and sags forward, gasping.

“Fuck, Ophelia,” he says.

“I didn’t do anything,” I point out with a soft laugh.

“Rub it in,” Roman orders.

Malachi gives one last tug to his cock, and groans as he squeezes the head hard, and I’m fascinated to watch one last drop push out over his thumb. He puts himself away and does up his zipper. Then he slowly massages all his cum into my skin, paying extra attention to my nipples. As he does so, Roman pushes away from the wall, and picks up a handful of flowers from the sideboard.

He gently places them on my bare stomach. “These are lotus flowers, and they signify being born anew. Rebirth, if you will. We’ve taken the negative energy away, but now you’ve been given Malachi and Cain’s seed, and I give you these flowers. They will help you step into your new life.”

It’s touching the way he so carefully puts the flowers down on my flesh.

“Have you heard his voice at all since we’ve started?” he asks.

I realize with a jolt that I haven’t. I grin and prop myself up on my elbows so I can look around at the other two men.

Malachi has put himself away and tidied his clothes. He’s leaning against the wall, and Cain is sitting on the couch. Both of them watch me for my response.

I shake my head. “I haven’t heard anything.”

Roman nods. “That’s good. Very good. It seems our work here has helped.” He takes one last look at me. Lying on my back, flowers balanced on my stomach, then turns on his heel and walks to the door.

“Clean everything up when you’re done.” He throws back the order behind him, his voice brusque, and rips off his mask.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Cain asks, removing his mask as well.

“For a walk. I need to clear my head.”

Roman leaves, shutting the door firmly behind him. I suddenly feel self-conscious. Foolish. As if I’ve done something wrong by having sex with Cain. Is Roman hurt? Angry?

Shivering, I wrap my arms over my chest.

“Let’s get you dressed. You must be tired. You’ve had a big night.” Cain helps me up with that sexy as sin smile of his. “You can stay here if you want.”

“Yes,” Malachi adds quickly. “Stay and sleep in the bed with us. You don’t want to be alone now, I’d imagine.”

I nod. “I’m really tired.”

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